• Interlude. Good Morning Dear, I hope I didn’t wake you too soon, because my mind is growing tired, too much thinking what I should do. I picture you out there, it must be beautiful this time of year. All those East Coast leaves, floating round like embers from burning trees. well the weather out here is just the same, but the garden that you planted remains.

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